BS Sunday (The BS stands for Blog Share)

Once again it’s Sunday and as usual, Mindy is in jail and I’m pressing charges. Also, as usual, we highlight a few great post from Blogoslavakia that you may have missed. So check them out and let us know what we should feature next week. In fact, let’s see some new blood. Stop hiding in the corners and pimp yourself out.

“This is where the Fight Face comes in. You think you’re smiling and being flippant but your face muscles are full of panic juice and you can’t actually get the cheeks to go up. The resulting grimace looks like someone is physically lifting up the corners of your mouth against your will.”

“Those new to my madness will need to understand the gravity of this situation. Moo is not a toddler. Moo is SIXTEEN YEARS OLD and like all other teens, totally grossed out by the thought of anyone over 30 doing the nasty.”

“The Thursday of Pregnancy Week 5, Simon wrote a song about the baby, and by that Friday night, he had it recorded. I love the recorded version–of course I do–but the best version I heard was the first one, when he stood in the doorway with the guitar across his chest and started singing without even telling me to prepare myself for what I was about to receive.”

“After losing 90 minutes of my life, I can sum it up as such: disingenuous.”

“And it made me cry, for the first time in as long as I can remember.”

“my nanny has been teaching my children about death. and she told Isabella that her father died because he didn’t eat. this was a ploy to encourage her to eat, so, you know, she doesn’t, um, die. like her father. WHAT? wait…WHAT?”

“So it makes me think about the following: At which time did your comments spike in a dramatic way and what did you ask/say that made this happen?”

Okay, your turn. What did you read or write that we should be talking about next week.

anyone that is on, has been on, is thinking about, or just sitting next to someone in the dentists office who might be thinking about, an adoption journey, this post is there to tell you there is LIGHT at the end of the tunnel.

OK you can try this for new blood. Proof that God reads blogs because She told me She does. And She loves yours, Jenny. You can tell because She shows you all Her tiny sasquatches. Sasquatchi. Whatever.

i’m a DC Metro mom, but don’t hold that against me. i didn’t ask them to host the whole government thing here.

of course, i’m not sure what to make of it, but the entry that gets a gazillion hits on my blog has to do with a trip to disney world… and how it’s a small world has to get rehabbed because our american butts are too damn big.